[Verse 1] There is one familiar word / That is always, always heard, / Wherever Anglo-Saxons chance to roam; / Tho' I've wander'd far away / All this glad September day / I've been singing, softly singing "Homesweet Home." / And no matter where I be, / On the land or on the sea / Now and then I hear the soft persistent call; / I am packing up my grip / For I'm going to take a trip, / With the wife and babies, "Back to Montreal."
[Chorus] Montreal, Montreal, / Hear the Mountain City's call! / Hear the fife and hear the drum / Hear the trumpet calling "Come" / Hear the Army marching "Back to Montreal."
[Verse 2] Golden memories come back. / As we race along the track, / Sinks the sun, the silver moon swings in the dome, / When in happy dreams we're lost, / Then another day is toss'd / To the rear and we are one day nearer "Home." / As our tired steed of steel, / Crushing sand beneath her wheels, / Slows and stops, we hear the porters cheerful call; / Then the panting airpump blends / With the voices of our friends, / And we hear them singing, "Back to Montreal."
[Chorus repeats]

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